Yeah, I also met my wife online back when you’d lie about meeting someone online. Spent our first couple years telling people we met “through a friend of a friend”.
I’m guessing this was around the time you guys met since she introduced me to StumbleUpon shortly after we started dating.
Have you ever read Command and Control by Eric Schlosser? I’ve never read anything that made feel so terrified and hopeful at the same time. The number of close calls (that we know about) that we’ve had but, cooler heads (or random chance) saved us at the last moment is both horrifying and grounds for having a fair amount of faith in most people to do the right thing with these things. Of course, the amount of times we were saved by random ass chance is absolutely terrifying.
I think if it were over 100 it would be almost always be a yes. But to be entirely honest, t probably depends a lot on the day and the mood I’m in. There are days I might do it for one or two. On the other hand, there are days when I think the planet probably needs fewer humans so yeah, as bad as it sounds to say out loud, it depends entirely on the type of day I’m having.
Today, I think it’d take at somewhere between 10 and 20. I guess I’m feeling optimistic.
I don’t know that visibility is Mastodon’s biggest problem. I’ve talked to a lot of people who tried it but just didn’t find it easy to use and just bailed. I think people expecting it to be diet Twitter and getting frustrated when it isn’t as populated or user friendly is a bigger issue at this point.
Condolences, that really sucks.
There wasn’t sad food to go along with it but, my wife and I had a very similar experience. My nephew passed away after 3 months of trying to repair a heart defect (HLHS specifically). My SIL, her husband and, her other kids had been living with for the past six months because we lived near the hospital he was treated at. Their extended family spent a lot of nights with us as well.
The day after he passed away, they all went home. My wife and I are child free so we were just alone in this quiet, empty house that had been loud and crowded since we found out our nephew was going to be born with a bad heart. The weight of the past months hit us all at once and we sat there sobbing for what felt like hours. It’s been like three years and I still get teary thinking about it.
“Bro, we hitting the bar tonight?”
“Hell yeah! I’m three beers away from extra heavy drinker status this month. Let’s get that AB-Inbev cash!!”
(Sounds of chest bumping)